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Learning Japanese I think I'm learning Japanese...

I've been in Japan (get me eh!) and it was mint. I took the liberty of learning about three words while I was there and they stood me in good stead. I learned 'Thank you very much', 'Good Morning/Afternoon/Evening' and, crucially, 'Two beers please'.

There'll be numerous blog posts to follow this about what a top place it is (unless I flog them to travel mags obviously!) but, whilst I get over the jet lag and remove my head from my arse, here's a few pics to be going on with :-

How the fuck do you eat soup with chopsticks like...?

So civilised...

Northern 'Monkey Magic'....

Making myself cleverer in the time-honoured Buddhist way - you wouldn't understand man..

Having a 'quiet' drink with my new mates in Hiroshima.

My contribution to the notes of peace and love stuck on the bar whilst having said 'quiet' drink...

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